It was a rainy day, in New York no less.
One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop.
One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment.
short story #98
poetry #51
It was a rainy day, in New York no less.
One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop.
One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment.
short story #98
poetry #51
"I admit that I don't deserve you, but you know how greedy I am for you, I am selfish for you. Cause I never wanted to give up on you. I almost lost myself in you."
"I love you! I love you more than...